(Wandissimo:)
You're making me feel uncomfortable. You could not handle the fact that I am a criminal. I've been stuck here with the feeling of emptiness to keep me company. Falling under as I stumble. I can't wait 'till I get home. It's impossible to feel anything other than you. I'm 16 and decaying already. You're 16 but your beauty is heavy on my mind. I think about it all the time.
He died in my arms.
He died in my arms and I felt his last breath. We shared that moment. It was so sad but so beautiful at the same time.
(altarboi:)
I am the only one around who doesn't care.
We are the only two around so I don't care.
They said it's alright now. We just found a place where we could hit some lights out. It's a crack house. Severance sold from shallow twatz. In an empty parking lot. Being sold to sell some shots and throwing bread. And breaking hearts. Running down the street, screaming shit and making art. Sorrow in my soul so I'm never really making art. It could tear you apart to never see your friends bleed. Sit here slitting fucking wrists so they could sit in parts of me. So please come set me free from this methamphetamine but pass the ketamine drama in the dramamine. Everlasting evergreen. High is where my mind's been and that's that shit that happens when you're low on dopamine. I'm always fucking low on dopamine.
(Wandissimo:)
I went to the funeral. I did not cry. For once that week I felt a sense of closure. That's what religion will do to you.
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